Erick sat on his couch in the sunroom, while the night sky twinkled outside, and the moons painted his dark garden in white, pink, and silver lights. He set down the small green book he had been reading; 'The Foreigner Mage'. The book had been a farewell gift from Hocnihai, and he had read it before, but in light of recent events, the words in that small book had painted a more complete picture of Wasteland culture.
It wasn't a kind depiction, but it had gone into detail about the dangerous people to stay away from in the Wasteland; the answer was 'everyone in a position of authority everywhere, but especially those of the Magisterium'. There was more to it than that, but when Erick read a caveat, snuck in after all the horrors of the previous sections about blood magic and curses and the various ways there were to take down a mage, that caveat said that if you were an invited mage of the Magisterium, then all you really had to worry about was getting screwed over in a business deal. If that happened, then all the other warnings applied.
What the green book said was more or less what Erick had already heard.
Paired with Silverite's words, Erick felt a lot better about dealing with the Wasteland, and about dealing with Zago. He smiled into a cup of coftea, glad that the people around him were basically good people in bad situations, as he thought about his wants and his goals.
Obviously, he wanted the Shades dead. That was the long term goal. If this Candlepoint business went the way everyone thought it was going to go, then the Shades would get pushed back to Ar'Kendrithyst, and that would be that.
But that wasn't good enough for Erick.
Maybe he could get the Wasteland to work for a more permanent solution?
Silverite had been wrong about one thing: Erick was not so uneducated non-political person. He just had a point of view that was wildly different than everyone else's, and he had yet to fully absorb all the new ideas in all the various new cultures and lands and people all around him. But he was learning!
If people expected him to be a bit of a kook, then he could work that—
Poi spoke from the side of the room. "Sir. Sorry to interrupt. Kal'Duresh is finished. Frontier wishes to host you while you work on them, next. Guildmaster Zago wants to know when you'll be ready to go to the Magisterium."
"I'm sorry I snapped earlier at you, Poi. I know you're under so stress from being a Mind Mage, but I didn't know how bad it actually was."
Poi startled, his eyes going wide as his poise broke. He quickly found himself, and stood straight to say, "Thank you, but there is no need to apologize. We're all under so uncommon stress, at the mont."
"Even so: sorry." Erick continued, "To answer the other concerns: I will not be [Withering] Frontier in person. Please inform them that too many things are happening all at once, and I… I'm busy? That's sort of the truth." He added, "But the truth is, is that I just found out that Frontier tried to kill Sirocco years ago, and that doesn't sit well with . I'm not going to the Magisterium, either. Please inform Sirocco that Ophiel will journey with her, when she is ready to depart."
Poi said, "As you wish." After a mont, Poi said, "Zago will be ready in five minutes. She will depart from the war room." After another mont, he said, "Frontier accepts. They have already readied their city. You may send Ophiel whenever."
Erick briefly reached out to the Ophiel over Kal'Duresh. With a command, of the six of them on site, four blipped over to Frontier; from the white, pearly mountain, far from the Shades, to a stone castle town, south of Ar'Kendrithyst, where every building had walls thick enough to stop a vast majority of destructive magics. Erick's [Familiar]s began dropping minor oceans of thick air on the thick town. Notifications began to rain.
He sent the other two Ophiel blipping toward the Wall. Erick conjured the remaining four Ophiel, bringing his squad up to the full 10. They hung out in the sunroom for now, whistling to each other, excited to see new sights.
When Sirroco introduced Erick to the Magisterium, through Ophiel, he would send these over.
But while he waited for her to get ready, he asked Poi, "What's with the Puppet Masters? I've read about them, but never killed any. I thought the Mind Mages took care of that?"
Poi frowned. He said, "I've already inford my people. I can't… I can't really tell you much, except that the problem is being solved as we speak."
At that, Erick had a thought. Hours ago, he had seen an image of the faux Adventurer's Guildhouse in Candlepoint. That image, along with many others taken from different parts of the shadeling town, were all on viewing screens he had seen before, in the war room. That experience, taken with the location map of Candlepoint he had also seen in the war room, was enough for a [Scry] to accurately land where he wanted.
[Scry].
Erick's sight landed in a large, bright room, with white stone walls, and pillars, and nice wooden furniture. It looked like the foyer of an expensive hotel. People were there, but almost all of them were shadelings; behind the sign-up counter, or manning the rad turn-in area, or standing beside the Quest Board. Erick could tell they were shadelings mainly by their dark eyes. The other people in the room were incani, and humans, and orcols, and dragonkin. No wrought, though. The people talked with the shadelings; so of those people were guarded, with hands itching to fight, so were pleasant, maybe putting on a brave face, or maybe not.
Erick had [Scry]ed into the main lobby of Candlepoint's Adventurer's Guildhouse.
He half-expected the shadelings to turn and stare at the [Scry] eye, but none of them did. There were lots of [Scry] eyes all around Erick, anyway, so what was one more added to the cloud of eyes hovering above everyone?
They were all looking at more or less the sa thing, too. The Quest Board. More than a few people down below were staring at the board, too. It was dense with writing, listing every single monster Erick had ever encountered, and a hundred more besides, on little stone bricks that could be moved around as needed. The bricks were organized by reward cost first, and alphabetically second, with the larger rewards at the top of the board. As Erick watched, and read, a shadeling to the side of the board moved a few bricks around, and added more.
There were no shadowolves or slis on this list. It was filled with the nas of every single major monster Erick had ever killed, and many, many more besides that. Wyrms; 1 chip. Umbral Leviathans, 2 chips. Those balloon-like Blood Cloud monsters he had Withered out of the sky that one ti; 1 chip per twenty. The Devil Dog that Erick had to kill for Mog while he was at Oceanside; 3 chips. Puppet Masters and Minds were worth 4 chips and 2 chips, respectively. Unicorn was there, but no Ancient Unicorn, like the one Jane had killed. There were more than a few other 'Ancients' on the list, though. Ancient Stone Elental. Ancient Rivergrieve, whatever that was. 5 chips. Toxic Hydras— Oh. There was the Desert Rose that never appeared like everyone thought it would. Maybe it was active right now? And it was worth 3 darkchips?
An archmage level threat was only worth three darkchips? Eh. Erick didn't know about these numbers...
Whatever the case, Ramizi might like to know that his Rose was out there—
There it was. Converter Angel. 10 chips. Near the top of the board, between Ancient Rivergrieve, and Ballooning Spider Horde.
Erick ca back to himself, sitting in the sunroom, shivering at the thought of a ballooning spider horde. And then his thoughts turned to the angel. He glanced at the night, outside the window. Maybe the angel really was out there? Maybe it was already mutating souls into nascent angels; into soldiers for Celes, and the Celestial Host? That's what Converter Angels did, if he recalled correctly.
Poi said, "Guildmaster Zago is ready."
Erick nodded. He sent an Ophiel blipping to the war room.
Sirocco imdiately locked eyes on Ophiel, then softened to a controlled smile. She stood near the longtable, wearing immaculate, deeply purple mage robes hemd in silver flourishes. Blue gems adorned her horns and her hands. Most of those gems had to be for show, because they were set in silver and cut to reflect brilliance, while two plain iron and silver sphere rings adorned her hands, and Erick's rings did not play well with other enchantnts.
Erick spoke through Ophiel, "I can make you better rings than whatever you have there. You might need them, going forward."
Sirocco softened into a real smile for a split mont, her eyes joining in the emotion, briefly. Then she switched to all business. "I accept. But not right now. We are expected."
Poi's voice ca to him, 'Viscount Helix is demanding your attention.'
"Apologies, Sirocco. One second." Erick then sent to Poi, 'Patch him in.'
As Sirocco nodded, slightly perturbed, Poi did as requested. Erick quickly felt another presence enter his thoughts.
'Archmage Flatt! We have prepared a small get together for you. Would you reconsider your absence? Could you co in person?'
'Apologies, Viscount.' Erick sent, 'We are in a minor war already, and I cannot spare the ti right now. I will take you up on that offer so other day. Please let Poi know when you want Ophiel to stop his spells.'
'…Very well. I look forward to hosting you another day.' The Viscount's voice felt tainted with barely-there acid, as he sent, 'Do be careful over there in the Wasteland. They're slavers to their own kin, you know. They'd do the sa to you, if you give them half the chance.'
'I am well aware of the dangers. Thank you for looking out for .' He cut the connection, and returned his attention to Sirroco, speaking through Ophiel, "I'm ready. I have a fun spell that I've been itching to try, too."
"I look forward to seeing it." Sirocco gestured to an open space on the floor of the war room. A violet disk of light sprang into being. Ophiel followed her onto the disk, Erick keeping his form to a re two ter height, but with thin wings; he was not much larger than a person. She asked, "Ready?"
"Ready."
The world blipped violet once, and stars filled the sky. Another blip, and the night sky was gone.
A cathedral of silver and stone soared in all directions, with carved tal pillars, surrounding hollow glass cores, holding up the dazzling mosaics above. Silver fire flickered in long ribbons of light inside those glass pillars. There were no true shadows in this place of tal and magnificence.
Three people stood in the otherwise-empty room, maybe five ters from Sirocco's landing spot.
Two of the people looked like guards, but really expensive and competent guards. They wore robes similar to Sirocco's, but maybe a little less ornate, and with gold flourishes on the purple cloth, instead of silver. But the guy in the center wore robes made of purple and gold, in a fifty-fifty ratio, filled with stars and serpents, fire and air, magic and more; the center guy's robes were a work of art. He was a man of average height and maybe a bit skinny, with a drawn face and thin horns. As he saw Ophiel, whatever kindness might have been on his face, vanished.
Sirocco stepped forward, off the platform, saying, "Magister Iordex. Good of you to et us."
"If you would call it as such!" Iordex said, building up steam. "I should have just sent my [Familiar], too… No." He dispelled whatever anger washed over him, composing his stance and his words, to say, "No matter. We have work to do."
Erick spoke through Ophiel, saying, "I'm here to help. This infestation needs to get gone, so we can focus on the more important problems."
Iordex gave a dismissive nod, saying, "I agree." He said, "Now display for the spell you will be using, and give a brief overview of how it works."
If Iordex wanted to play that sort of ga, Erick could, too.
He put a bit of disappointnt in his voice, and said, "You don't know what it says? What it does?" Erick added, "That seems in poor taste. Besides: I'll be using a great many spells to do what needs to be done. It's almost like you don't trust ." Erick certainly didn't trust Iordex right now; that's why he was there in Ophiel, instead of in person. To hopefully illustrate that point, Erick fluffed out Ophiel's wings a little. He continued, "But if you're just asking for information, that will cost you."
Iordex's stance solidified; he totally understood what Erick ant by fluffing out Ophiel's wings. He narrowed his eyes, as he asked, "How much?"
"Unspecified favors to be returned at a later date." Erick added, "In addition to the balance of debt you already owe, due to my open and honest lecture on Particle Magic with Archmage Hocnihai." He continued, "In addition to the rads of the mimics I kill tonight."
Iordex said, "We will not take on more 'unspecified favors', therefore we do not require the spell knowledge; use whatever magic you deem necessary. And if you want to collect all those rads, go ahead. When we take to the field to make sure that you got all of them, then we will collect what remains for ourselves."
"Then you can do that, and send half." Erick said, "That will be the paynt I require for tonight's service. Outside of this agreent, I will leave up a [Cascade Imaging] for you, in the center of the infestation, tracked onto any mimics, so that you may easily collect the ones I miss."
Iordex seed to wrestle with that idea for a mont, but it was entirely possible that it was all a show, and he was ecstatic that Erick had bargained for that little. There was a risk in leaving [Cascade Imaging] up in the middle of not-friendly territory, but Erick had already displayed the spell way more than that when he was imaging the whole of the Crystal Forest for hunters, and for the Hand, and for Caradogh. The Magisterium had probably already gotten a great big eyeful of that particular spell.
… But this ti they would know what Erick was searching for, and they could test various [Ward]s to see what blocked it?
… Maybe he had made a mistake, but the words had already been said.
Iordex said, "Agreed."
Let the chips fall where they may. Erick asked, "Where is the center of the infestation?"
Iordex swept a hand through the air, conjuring a map, alongside a compass rose. The map was even labeled. The Wall was a line on the west, stretching a thousand kiloters from mountains to the ocean, and dotted with settlents and cities. Aside from the Wall, the only other large structure on the map was a river, labeled on the map as 'The Grace', just under a thousand kiloters from the Wall. Erick had read about that river. The Grace was like the Mississippi; it was the lifeblood for the Kingdoms, a waterway that connected every city to each other, that provided a mostly-safe road through the great forests and toxic swamps and poison bogs that composed the majority of the Wasteland.
Erick briefly looked over the rest of the map, before focusing on a red rash-like structure next to the Wall. The red blemish was spread out over maybe five hundred kiloters. It had already surrounded a few settlents, too.
Oh. This was much worse than Erick thought. How had it gotten this bad?
So Erick asked, "How did it get this bad? How long has it been?"
Iordex sighed out, "Three days. Three very long days." He said, "Mimics go crazy when they see green life. When they've been exposed to greenery for as long as they have been… it gets worse. Everything about them multiples. Their levels go up, sotis double. They double in size. You get red ones every thousand mimics, instead of every ten thousand." He gestured to the settlent deepest in the red, saying, "This town is gone. It was to be the centerpoint of a spearhead against the plague, but the mimics crashed through the walls."
"They can do that? Get larger and break walls, I an?"
"Not normally."
"But surely, if it was your spearhead… then how were your powerful, hopefully flying mages, able to be killed by grounded monsters?"
Iordex frowned at the map. He remained silent.
Erick guessed, "Either you're not sure, which is bad, or you do know, and you can't say for fear of… sothing?"
Iordex asked, "Do you need assistance to get to the center of the infestation?"
He wasn't going to answer that question, was he? No matter; Erick wasn't on-site, anyway.
"No. I guess not." Erick said, "One more question: How about putting up another wall; so small thing that would stop the mimics for now? Maybe twenty ters high? A double-sized mimic is still only fifteen ters tall, at the most, right? Does that not work, either?"
Iordex frowned. "I cannot answer that question, because I don't know. That was the original tactic. It failed. Sohow." He added, "We're still trying to understand how it failed." He continued, "We have records of this sort of mimic infestation occurring before, during the Fracturing Wars, but those records have not prepared us for the current crisis. Suffice it to say, that they were not able to stop them back then, but the Grace is twenty kiloters wide at its thinnest; that was enough to halt their advance. Hopefully, we don't have to rely on that final fallback; it would an a million holess, if they could even get away before the mimics ca."
"I'll head over there now." Erick added, "But you need to make sure that there are no people in those lands. I'm going to be using a semi-sentient wave of [Withering] in addition to the Domain, and that one will travel erratically until it runs out of duration. If any people in the area of effect have intestinal rads, then they will be targeted by the spell."
"We will not hold you responsible for such an event."
"It's not about being responsible!" Erick suddenly felt a chill. "I don't want it to happen!"
"Your concern is admirable, but misplaced." Iordex said, "These monsters have already killed thousands and will kill even more. Now please, dispense with these words and help."
"… Okay."
Iordex said nothing more, and Sirocco hadn't said a single word during the whole exchange, so Erick blipped away; to work.
Sowhere in all of that, Erick wondered when he had started to ntally refer to Zago by her first na of 'Sirocco'.
… It was before that eting, after speaking to Silverite, sowhere in reading 'The Foreigner Mage'. Sirocco had split loyalties, and that was fine. She was who she had to be in order to survive.
Erick would act the sa.
And right now, the needs of everyone in this room were in accordance. Erick needed the Wasteland Kingdom to not have this great tragedy tear them apart. They needed to be whole, not only for their own sake, but for the good of the world. The Kingdoms would likely play a great part in the coming conflict with Ar'Kendrithyst and Candlepoint.
Erick briefly ca back to himself, back in Spur, in the sunroom. The four-pointed Silver Star of Koyabez, pinned to his shirt, had felt weird. He looked down at his now. It was flickering tiny fragnts of divine fire into the air. For the briefest of monts, Erick was worried, but then he relaxed. The pin felt good, sohow, like a warmth that was not a warmth, but more a feeling of contentnt made into an etheric manifestation. He wasn't exactly sure what it ant, but it seed good.
- - - -
The Longshadow bog, according to Iordex's map, was supposed to be right under Ophiel. It was supposed to be a place of tall trees and heavy moss and deceptively deep waters, where only the foolish sought to tread, and a wrong step would send you plumting down into waiting schools of sharptooth, or to drown as the land closed up above you.
What it was right now, under the light of the moons and a few wide-angle spotlights Erick had trained on particularly active looking sections of land, and as far as he could see in every moonlit direction, was a land of mimics that were thodically, and crazily, ripping apart every tree, pulling up all the green moss that made the water look solid to walk upon, and devouring everything in sight. Fish went into crystal gullets. Branches went into crystal gullets. Particularly mossy rocks went into crystal gullets. Tree trunks and entire root systems, yanked from the ground in cooperative efforts, got devoured by schools of swarming, glittering crystal mimics.
As Erick watched, two fifteen ter tall ruby mimics crunched into the throng below, to attack a thirty ter tall, five-ter wide cypress-looking tree that the rest were unable to crunch. The reds, with crystalline spike arms, began gouging huge rents in the dense wood. It sounded like tal striking tal. It took the reds thirty seconds to tear down the tree. When they were done, they ate little of their kill; they moved on to the next major target and left the tree to their smaller brethren. Those smaller brethren gnawed on the dense wood like lions trying to eat an elephant.
… I hope Domain actually works against the larger ones.
This was the leading edge of the swarm. It stretched out all around the entire infestation, as a 20 kiloter thick band of way too many mimics. Further west, the bog was still intact, and animals were running and swimming away, trying to outpace the horde. To the east, where the mimics had been, there were still so stragglers, cleaning up the smaller bits of greenery that the frontline had forgotten. Erick had hoped that he would only need to really worry about killing the front line, but those stragglers were still such in number that they were five tis as dense as the mimics surrounding Spur. Maybe more.
But what was most disturbing, was that every single mimic seed to have an active part to play in ensuring the success of their attack. Blue and grey goo seeped from between their crystalline spike arms, forming smaller copies of themselves, that then went on to eat the green right alongside their parents.
This was an ecological disaster unlike any Erick had ever really understood. This was a never ending tide. This was the true form of the Crystal Plague.
… Ti to work.
Five more Ophiel blipped in. Soon, all six Ophiel on scene were each riding their own [Teleporting Platform] imbued with a mostly full-strength [Prismatic Ward]. While Frontier was still taking their ti clearing out their problems, Erick began organizing the Ophiel here in the Wasteland.
He had already done the math. Each Ophiel's version of [Domain of the Withering Sli] only covered a single cubic kiloter of space, but flying over the land at twenty five ter height, and the fact that the spell only filled a 10 ter layer of land with itself, ant that a single cubic kiloter covered just under 100 square kiloters of land, and with no shaping, it wouldn't move much past a circle centered on the casting Ophiel.
100 square kiloters might have sounded like a lot, but that distance would get taken up rather quickly by dips and hills and caves and monsters taller than ten ters and a whole slew of nuances in the lay of the land. Spur was roughly 12 kiloters in diater, which was an area of about 120 square kiloters, but that didn't take into account the heights and depths involved. If Erick were the one supplying multiple Domains to this land, his own modifiers would make math unnecessary, but this was Ophiel casting the spell, and therefore a plan was needed.
The roughly 500 kiloter by 400 kiloter space currently overrun by mimics translated into over 200,000 square kiloters of land, with great attention given to the leading edge, but no less than normal efforts necessary for the rest of the infestation. The leading edge was roughly 20 kiloters wide…
Erick put the math away for now. He knew what he had to do. He set his Ophiel five kiloters away from each other, well within the tolerances for the overlap of the spell, and 25 ters off of the ground, or close enough to there to not make much of a difference. He then stretched two lines of three Ophiel perpendicular to the leading edge, setting the one over the leading edge, in front of the leading edge. That would ensure that any mimics running ahead of the horde couldn't get far.
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After each Ophiel regenerated a little bit of mana, in the Restful air of their [Prismatic Ward]s, it was ti.
At once, while the moons lit the sky and mimics ripped the land apart, each Ophiel beca a tiny Saturn. Thick, killing air, spilled out into the night.
Mimics dried and died. So instantly. So taking longer than normal. Smaller red ones scread and ran, while everyone died around them, but there was nowhere to run. They died, screaming, chittering, calling out into the night. It was a horrible sound, accented by the woosh of [Cleanse]s bursting out of the horde, disturbing the tsunami air that wrapped around them all.
The larger red ones just tanked the spell.
Erick had no idea how they did it. They just stood very still, and did nothing, while thick air tore at them, ripping out red water from their crystalline hides. But they didn't seem to die. Or maybe it just took a while? Erick waited, not moving the Ophiel.
A minute passed. Too long. There were too many of these monsters, too much land to cover, to wait this long. Erick briefly lowered the nearest Ophiel into range of the nearest target, and cast, himself.
[Electrolysis Bomb].
As that Ophiel quickly retreated back to the sky, the large red mimic scread out horrors as blood turned to protected air, and electricity flashed across fake crystal. After forty seconds, the second part of that spell triggered.
Hydrogen combined with oxygen in a conflagration that ignited the night briefly into day, and seed to fill the world with noise. The nearest Ophiel's [Prismatic Ward] cracked, and so did the [Teleporting Platform] under him, but neither broke; he was a hundred ters away by the ti the spell triggered.
There was no smoke from the explosion. As soon as the fire passed, the area that had held the red monster was visible. The monster would have been visible, too, if it had survived. It did not survive. Red, tree-sized limbs, were broken and bleeding and scattered in every direction. The horde of bodies around the large red mimic was gone. A crater a ter deep quickly began to fill in with water from every side.
Erick briefly ca back to himself to see the notification. He found it amid the rest, fast enough.
You have slain Grand Ruby Mimic A!
95% participation
690,872,870,987,254 exp
"What level was that!" Erick checked his Status. "I almost leveled from one kill."
Erick Flatt
Human, age 48
Level 65, Class: Particle Mage
Exp: 2,476,835,931,716,187/2,777,789,003,528,800
Class: 6/6
Points: 8
HP
2100/2100
29,700 per day
MP
6707/6900
29,700 per day
Strength
20
50
[70]
Vitality
20
50
[70]
Willpower
65
50
[115]
Focus
65
50
[115]
Favored Spell waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
Kiri looked up from her book. "What?"
Erick sent the box toward her. "Grand Ruby Mimic!" He glanced back to the battlefield, then ca back, saying, "I'm looking at two more of them right now. Sa size, too."
Kiri smiled as she read the box, her eyes turning erald green with an inner light. She dismissed the box, then turned to Erick, asking, "So… Uh. Can I…? Can I have a try?"
Erick was more than willing to let her, but, "My Domain doesn't work that well, but there has to be more of a reason that they're not killing these things." Erick sent her a telepathic image of the location, and a brief idea of how to get there. "But if you want to try your hand with Sunny, go ahead."
The Sunny on Kiri's shoulders, all green and sparkling, blipped away in an erald flash. Kiri was already viewing the world through her [Familiar]; Erick could tell by how she went still, and her eyes closed.
Erick transferred back to Ophiel.
He watched as Sunny spat fire at the second Grand Ruby Mimic, who was still tanking Ophiel's Domain. That fire promptly rebounded against Sunny. And then Sunny was gone. Huh. Erick ca back to himself. Kiri frowned as she summoned another Sunny.
"What was that?" Erick asked.
"That was my first attempt." Kiri patted Sunny on the head, saying, "It was just a tier 4 fireball. It obviously wasn't good enough against the mimic's innate [Reflection]. The big ones must have a better version of the original ability."
Kiri's second attempt went much better.
Sunny popped holes in the mimic with a spell Kiri had never used before, that she called [Hertic Bolts]. Those holes spilled out torrents of ruby blood. It didn't seem to do much, but it did enough. In the end, she could damage them, but not enough to kill them; Erick got 75% Participation. Ophiel's Domain actually did the deed.
Kiri went and got Teressa, since Poi was already asleep. Teressa smirked as she read a book, watching over the both of them in the sunroom, while Erick sent his Ophiel down the leading mimic edge, and Kiri tried to kill a Grand Ruby Mimic on her own.
She cheered, wonderfully, when she managed to actually get the kill. It was a nice sound.
Erick had already moved on, far beyond Kiri's location.
Poi ca downstairs an hour later, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He said, "Frontier is done. Did they have Puppet Minds, too?"
Erick checked his notifications; there had been a lot of notifications. After several minutes, he found them. "Yup. Puppet Master aaaaand—" He counted. He declared, "15 Puppet Minds!"
"… Fuck." Poi muttered, "Fine." He walked away as a dozen lines of intent began radiating from his head.
Erick would ask him about that tomorrow.
He returned to overseeing Ophiel's journey across the Wasteland, which he now supplented with the four Ophiel who had been at Frontier. Now, all ten Ophiel and their Saturn-like setups were flying across the Crystal Plague. Grand Ruby Mimics seed to litter the front line. Erick killed most of them with a single [Electrolysis Bomb], for there was no ti to wait for Kiri to kill however many she could. But Kiri did get one every half hour, or so, which was about as long as it took her to kill a single one, and then rest up for the next.
When an Ophiel was at full mana, Erick had them send out [Withering Sli]s across the land, directed north, south, and east. The semi-sentient thick air would search out and kill every monster it would co across, which was almost entirely mimics, in this case. Each wave would only last ten minutes, but that was more than enough ti to kill the most prominent threats, and take care of a lot of the smaller, normal mimics.
It wasn't long before the northern line of Ophiels hit the Greyhorn mountains, and the southern line of Ophiels hit the ocean, near the Wall.
Erick turned back, and continued, killing the second wave of mimics that sprung up after the first ones had died, along with more Grand Ruby Mimics that seed to appear out of nowhere.
Kiri crashed, too tired to do any more, as the sun rose across Spur.
Erick continued to oversee Ophiel's flight across the Wasteland, popping Grand Ruby Mimics as needed.
This was not a job that would just take until midnight. Looking back on it, Erick realized that Sirocco was joking.
Teressa made breakfast. Erick ate with her and Poi, and then she went to bed, and Poi took over guard duty.
Erick continued to kill mimics the whole ti. Ophiel was rather good about auto-piloting and alerting him to the appearance of the big red mimics. He took breaks here and there, but he made sure Ophiel was on the correct track; it was a constant battle to keep him on track, and make sure that the leading edge did not return to full strength.
By lunch, he had gone over the leading edge twice; it had only moved west a little in that ti.
By dinner, Erick had gone over the leading edge a third ti. Yet still, more mimics popped up.
By now, other people had begun to join Erick in killing the mimics. People in purple and gold robes flew high and rained fire, or cutting wind, or chilling frost. They hovered on platforms and crushed mimics under boulders, or rained acid, or built walls to prevent the advance.
More than once, he saw what had to be other archmages.
The first ti Erick spied another potential archmage, they were dressed in black and gold, and flying upon a golden disk. At their command, the ground swelled under the frontlines of the mimics, for ten kiloters in every direction; the land beca an ocean of stone. Mimics fell in to that ocean, and as waves ripped the surface, crushed mimic bodies moved the entire front line of mimics kiloters to the east.
That was pretty cool.
Erick waved at the stranger with Ophiel. They waved back.
The second eting of the archmages occurred when the land in front of Ophiel was covered not in living mimics, but in dead mimics, and thick, orange mist. The black and gold caster of that spell was a small woman who hovered in a ball of orange light. She trailed clouds of that orange glow onto the ground below. Whatever the range was on that spell, it was further than the line of five Ophiel he had stretched out for 25 kiloters to the east and west; much further.
A slight problem occurred when their spells overlapped. When Erick got the kill on the mimics below, a [Cleanse] burst up through the thick air of his Domain and cut a ten-ter hole in the woman's orange cloud.
She and Erick were headed in opposite directions, directly toward one another, so when her path intercepted his, she flew closer to Ophiel and pointed down, so that Erick could see what he was doing to her spell. He had already seen. What did she want him to do about it? Not kill the mimics? Whatever the case, she spoke loud and angry in a language Erick did not know and kept right on going, the way Erick had co, looking disgusted.
When Erick finally passed the orange cloud, the mimics that inhabited that poisoned land were only those who had co further from the east. That archmage's spell had done a lot better job keeping the mimics dead than Erick's had; his didn't get the baby mimics, hers killed everything. But she was only one person, and though her magic certainly had range, her poison killed everything. Not even the little bit of green that the mimics had barreled past survived the archmage's passage. The land was dead and brown and decayed.
Erick continued to kill the Grand Ruby Mimics when they ca up, while his double line of Ophiels continued to [Domain of the Withering Sli] the land, in 25 kiloter long perpendicular chains. Ophiel continued to blast out ten-minute duration [Withering Sli]s out into the teeming mimics, when they had the mana.
By dinner ti Erick noticed a change in the horde, and in the Wasteland.
People had constructed tall stone walls where there had been none before, where the land to the west was heavily damaged, but salvageable, and the land to the east was still full of mimics. There weren't nearly as many of the monsters as before, and Erick had killed a great many of the large red ones, so maybe these smaller walls would hold?
When Erick passed by the sa section of land, on his return trip, those smaller walls were larger, and a second set of walls had gone up further east. In a short while, Erick had found his Ophiel flying over a corridor of bare land, between two minor walls.
It wasn't long before Iordex told him, through Poi, to move his Ophiels back toward the leading edge, which he, and everyone else working together, had pushed back 25 kiloters.
By midnight of the second day, they had pushed the horde back 50 kiloters, and people had layered minor walls in 25 kiloter wide corridors, from that new leading edge, all the way back to the Wall, now only 350 kiloters away. The forr leading edge was empty of all mimics. They had broken the horde.
After a bit of organizing with Iordex, Erick switched to sending waves of [Withering Sli] forward, down those corridors. Those waves of semi-sentient dehydrating air seed to stay in those corridors, rather well. With the decreased monster density in front of him, Ophiel flew a lot faster, too.
By morning of the third day, Erick was, perhaps, a little tired. He wasn't running [Hunter's Instincts], after all. Besides, the major danger seed to be over. In his flights down the corridors, he had seen both the Stone Archmage and the Poisoner several more tis, but only in the day. Erick waved to the Stone Mage in passing, and she waved back, as she gradually closed the leading corridor behind him, veritably picking up and moving a million tons of stone like she was simply moving her hand across a ga board.
Erick did not directly see the Poisoner again, but he did see her orange cloud billow over the edge of the corridor next door, more than once.
By lunchti, Erick had moved another corridor over, and flew over his first city.
The city was a ten kiloter wide ruin. Orange dust laid heavy over rotting wood and orange stone. Grand cathedrals and tall apartnt buildings were half rubble, their insides strewn across wide streets and over smaller structures. Great rents in the wall of the city were crowded with five ter long gashes, laid deep in the stone. Nothing moved.
But Ophiel's domain sucked into the ground, like a seeking amoeba, tunneling into the sewers crafted under the city to deal with both sewage, and the slis that would have spawned in the city if the sewers didn't exist. He couldn't see what the Withering had found where he was, high above the ruins, but he didn't need to.
Thick air billowed up and out from holes in the ground. Erick briefly ca back to himself, and the casual, slight ticking of mimic death notifications, turned into a small torrent. A hundred mimics died in a minute, before the rain of blue boxes turned gentle again.
"It's like cleaning a house with a toothbrush," Erick complained, over dinner. "Obviously we're making progress, but it seems never ending."
Teressa had cooked a nice roast with a lot of potatoes and carrots and onions, exactly how Erick had showed her a month ago. She used so of the stranger spices in the al, but they were good spices, whatever they were.
Kiri said, "That poisoner killed all the plants, so maybe the respawn will get better."
Poi suddenly looked up from his plate. If a new line of intent had joined the jumble around his head, then Erick didn't see it happen. Poi said, "Iordex is saying that the job is over."
Erick set down his fork. Sothing like relief tickled at the back of his mind.
"Woo!" Kiri cheered, small yet happy.
Teressa smirked as she went to get up from her chair, saying, "I'll crack open a keg."
The mont of relief passed. Erick frowned. "But it's not over yet?"
Teressa sat back down.
Erick continued, "There's still at least 300 kiloters between the front lines and the Wall."
"What's the story, Poi?" Kiri asked.
Poi listened to the air. He said, "He's not willing to tell exactly what happened, but soone attacked their Stone Archmage, breaching through three walls in the process and leading a minor horde back into green lands. Others stopped the advance. Their Stone Archmage is recovering in an undisclosed location. Without her, the clean up has been set back weeks because she won't be recovered for weeks." Poi said, "So the job is done, for now. They'll send out their other mages to go about the task slower, but more thodical."
"Well... Okay. I guess." Erick asked, "Then that's that?"
"I guess," Poi said.
Erick thought for a mont. He said, "Tell them I hope for her full recovery." He narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Ask them, specifically, if she was soul-mutated, or whatever it is, into an angel."
Poi listened to the air. "They say 'thank you for the concern, but that is not the case'."
"… Okay?" Erick asked, "So what happened?"
"They're deflecting my questions with non-answers."
"… Fine."
Poi asked, "They would like to know your final count?"
Erick wondered if this problem of transparency would go away if he actually sided with the Wasteland.
Eh. He'd never do that.
If they didn't want to tell him, then that was on them. So Erick switched to answering their question. He brought up the stream of blue notifications raining at the side of his vision, looking at the latest one.
You have slain Crystal Mimic EMODL!
95% participation
20,693,935 exp
Ophiel was still working though, so it wasn't two seconds later that Erick got another notification.
He asked, "Is there a way to stop it from listing kill counts alphabetically?"
Kiri excitedly said, "Oh! Oh! I can do this. Give the letters."
"There are a few things you can change on your own, but not that." Teressa said, "You need a Registrar to change how things are counted, but it costs a grand rad to change that, and no guard or governntal agency accepts non-standard Status reports. Letters are cleaner."
Erick smirked, thinking it nicely convenient that Ecks and English were both a 26 letter language. Sowhere in the past months he had started to think and write in Ecks, and his boxes had switched to match, but the numbers of letters had stayed the sa.
"As a known archmage, he doesn't have to worry about that, so much," Poi offered.
Teressa said, "You can switch how experience presents, though. A lot of high level people do that. That's an accepted deviation in commonly accepted Status presentations."
Kiri demanded, "Just tell the letters already."
Erick smiled, saying, "E-M-O-D-L." He added, "I think I will go to Irogh and switch that up."
Kiri waved him off as she looked into the distance, deep in thought.
Teressa said, "Spur is popular enough now that you're going to have to make an appointnt."
"That's not a problem," Erick said. "I can wait." He asked, "How do you switch how experience shows?"
Teressa said, "A small prayer to Rozeta, asking for the change."
"Shhh!" Kiri said, flapping her arms, still thinking.
Erick smiled as he ate another piece of potato. Teressa was a really good cook. The beef drippings had basically fried the potatoes and carrots and onions into deliciousness, as everything simred in spices, salt, and fats. Erick asked, "Which spices did you use for this, Teressa? It's really good."
"That rosemary you made, but primarily the spikepuff and bluebottle from Ratchet's store, along with a lot of butter, salt, and that pepper you made, too. I like that pepper."
"Pepper is pretty goo—"
Kiri shouted, "Two million, five hundred and twenty three thousand, six hundred and twenty FOUR! HA!" She said, "Got it!"
Erick chuckled. He brought up the final box for the last Grand Ruby Mimic. He said, "Here's an easier one for you, Kiri. A-P-N."
Kiri took a mont. She said, "1106. What was that?"
"The number of Grand Ruby Mimics."
Kiri's eyes went wide. "Holy gods and demons!" She whispered, "What level are you— Nope! Sorry. Forget I asked."
For a brief mont, Poi looked ready to say so harsh words to Kiri, but he relaxed.
Erick said to Poi, "2,523,624 normal mimics. EMODL, if they're asking. 1106 Grand Ruby Mimics. APN."
Poi nodded. After another mont, he said, "They thank you for your ti and effort. You will be paid the agreed upon price as soon as they are able to collect the remains off of the land." He added, "They wish to know where your [Cascade Imaging] is, so that they might find more mimics."
Ah. Yes. That.
"Tell them… I forgot." Kooky planar archmages can be forgetful when it suits them, right? Erick added, "Besides, we didn't need it, and a lot of the mimics have gone underground in the cities, or at least in the one I saw."
Poi paused, listening to the air. He said, "They knew about the infestation underground, but they thank you for your concern. Mimics get down there, but they won't survive, so they're not a concern. When the final mimic is cleared and the land is retaken, they are asking for your [Exalted Storm Aura] to help heal the land back to green. Your paynt should be ready at such a ti, too."
"I'll think about it, but right now my answer is 'yes'."
Poi looked away. He turned back to the dinner table, saying, "That's it."
"Good." Erick smiled, then gave a small, silent prayer to Rozeta, asking for a small change.
His Status popped up, unbidden, looking slightly different.
Erick Flatt
Human, age 48
Level 76, Class: Particle Mage
Exp: 7.64 e17 / 8.94 e17
Class: 6/6
Points: 30
HP
2100/2100
29,700 per day
MP
6900/6900
29,700 per day
Strength
20
50
[70]
Vitality
20
50
[70]
Willpower
65
50
[115]
Focus
65
50
[115]
Favored Spell waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
Favored Ability waiting!
30 points was a lot of extra points. He'd figure out where to put them all later, but he'd probably keep his Stats mostly balanced as they were. He could certainly use more Willpower, though. More maximum mana was always good.
Erick asked, "So anything happen while I was busy killing mimics? Any news of Candlepoint?"
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